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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.