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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
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.