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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Symarip to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Ten City,
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.