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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.