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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.