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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.