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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 John Cale to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.