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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
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.