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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.