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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.