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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.