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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Lalann,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.