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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.