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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.