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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.