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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.