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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.