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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.