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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.