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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Erasure,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
the Association,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.