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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
DNA,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.