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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.