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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Television,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.