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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Rascals to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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.