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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Organ,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.