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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.