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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.