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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.