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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.