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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.