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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.