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 Hungary 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.