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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 snare 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 Josef K to the rock 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.