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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
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.