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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
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.