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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.