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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.