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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.