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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
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.