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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Smog,
New Order,
Ponytail,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.