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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.