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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.