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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.