Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
cv313,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.