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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.