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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.