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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.