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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.