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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.