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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.