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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
UT,
Skaos,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.