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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.