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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ten City to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.