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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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.