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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.