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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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?
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
EPMD,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.