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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
John Cale,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.