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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.