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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.