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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Television,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
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.