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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Television,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
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.