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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.