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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.