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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.