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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
The Index,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.