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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.