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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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?
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.