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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.