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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.