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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
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.