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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.