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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.