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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
The Move,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.