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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.