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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.