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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Visage,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.