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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the punk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.