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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.