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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.