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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.