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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.