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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
UT,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.