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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.