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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Can,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.