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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
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.