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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.