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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.