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 and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Monolake,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Section 25,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.