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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Invisible 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 snare and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
cv313,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Can,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.