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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Franke,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.