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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.