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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.