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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
This Heat,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.