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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.