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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.