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 Uzbekistan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Trojans,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.