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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.