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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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.