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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.