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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.