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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Gong,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.