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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.