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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
John Cale,
Gong,
the Normal,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.