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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.