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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.