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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.