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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Visage,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.