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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.