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 Nauru 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.