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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
UT,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Lyres,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.