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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.