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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
The Fall,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.