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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
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.