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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.