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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Smog,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.