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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.