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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.