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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.