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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
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.