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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.