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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
The Index,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.