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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.