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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.