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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.