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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.