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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Television,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.