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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
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.