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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.