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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.