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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.