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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Crime,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.