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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 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?
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.