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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.