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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.