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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.