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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.