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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.