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 Cambodia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.