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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Franke,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.