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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.