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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
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Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.