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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.