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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.