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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Selecter to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
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.