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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.