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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Index,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.