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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
X-102,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.