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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
DNA,
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.