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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Mars,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.