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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.