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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.