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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.