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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.