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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
ABBA,
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.