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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
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.