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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.