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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.