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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.