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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.