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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.