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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.