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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.