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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Smog to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
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.