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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Wings,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.