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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Echospace,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.