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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.