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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.