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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.