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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Monolake,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.