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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.