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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Symarip to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Television,
The Index,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.