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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mumbai and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Pole,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.