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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
DNA,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
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.