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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.