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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.