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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Evens to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.