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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.