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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Can,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.