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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.