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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.