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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.