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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.