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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
June Days,
John Cale,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.