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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.