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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.