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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.