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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
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.