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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
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.