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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
cv313,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.