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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.