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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.