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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
MC5,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.