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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.