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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.