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 Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.