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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.