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 Canada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.