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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.