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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.