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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
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.