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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo 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?
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Urselle,
Q65,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.