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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Faust,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Can,
Technova,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
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.