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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.