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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.