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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Can,
The Gories,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.