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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
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.