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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.