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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.