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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
The Doors,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Index,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.