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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Mars,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
ABC,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.