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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Residents,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.