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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.