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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.