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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.