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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Swans,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.