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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.