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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.