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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Last Poets to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.