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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Scion,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.