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 Montenegro 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.