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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.