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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.