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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.