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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.