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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.