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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.