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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.