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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
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.