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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.