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 Australia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.