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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.