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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.