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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.