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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.