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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.