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 and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
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.