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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.