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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.