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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.