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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.