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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.