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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.