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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Franke,
Cluster,
Television,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.