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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Music Machine to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.