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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Slave,
Wings,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.