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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.