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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.