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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.