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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.