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 Palau and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Bronski Beat 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
John Cale,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.