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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
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.