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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.