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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.