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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Franke,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.