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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.