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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.