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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.