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 France and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.