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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.