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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Cluster,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.