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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Nas,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.