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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Parry Music,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.