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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
The Sound,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.