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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.