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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Wire,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.