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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Saints to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.