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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.