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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.