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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.