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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.