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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.