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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Franke,
Rakim,
Slave,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Pagans,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.