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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
ABBA,
a-ha,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.