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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Index to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 clarinet 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.