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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.