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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.