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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.