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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.