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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
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,
The Doors,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.