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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.