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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.