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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
The Saints,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
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.