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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Index,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.