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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.