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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
June Days,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.