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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.