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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.