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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.