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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.