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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.