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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.