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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Buckinghams to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.