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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.