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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.