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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 a marimba and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.