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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.