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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.