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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.