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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.