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 Nauru 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.