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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.