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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Monks,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.