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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
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.