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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Q65,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
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.