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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.