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 Canada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.