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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.