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 Costa Rica 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Lakeside,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Roxette,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.