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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.