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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.