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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.