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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.