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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Standells 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.