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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.