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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.