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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
JFA,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.