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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Darondo,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Index,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.