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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.