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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.