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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.