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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.