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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.