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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.