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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Milan and Lagos.
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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.