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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.