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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the funk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.