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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.