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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
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.