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 Libya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Au Pairs to the disco 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.