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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.