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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
DNA,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.