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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 cv313 to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.