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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
ABBA,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.