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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Little Man,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.