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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Technova,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.