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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Organ,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Can,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
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.