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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
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,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.