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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.