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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.