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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 guitar and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.