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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Zapp,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
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.