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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.