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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.