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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
AZ,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.