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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.