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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.