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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Raincoats to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Television,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.