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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.