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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.