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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Nico,
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.