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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.