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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.