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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.