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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Little Man,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.