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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Magma,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
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.