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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Motorama,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.