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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.