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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.