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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Magma,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.