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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.