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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.