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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.