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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
EPMD,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.