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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Index,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.