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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 Portland and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Depeche Mode 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic 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?
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Swans,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.