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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
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.