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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.