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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Index,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.