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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.