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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.