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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.