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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.