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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.