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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.