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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
the Swans,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.