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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Fear,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
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.