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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.