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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.