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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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.