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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.