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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
The Move,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Nico,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.