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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.