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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.