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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.