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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 808 and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.