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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.