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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Smoke to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.