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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.