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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.