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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.