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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
ABC,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.