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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.