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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.