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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.