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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.