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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 The Last Poets to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Deakin,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
the Association,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.