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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.