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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Slave,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.