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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Index,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.