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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
New Order,
Sparks,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.