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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.