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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.