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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.