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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.