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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.