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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.