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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
The Gories,
Smog,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
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.