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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.