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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.