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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.