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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
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.