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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon 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 rap 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 organ and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
DNA,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Television,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.