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 Indonesia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.