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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.