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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.