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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 10cc to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.