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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.