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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.