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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.