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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.