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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Moebius to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.