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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.