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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
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.