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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.