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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.