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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.