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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
The Motions,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.