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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.