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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.