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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.