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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Technova,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Television,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.