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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.