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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Q65,
The Associates,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
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.