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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
PIL,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.