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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.