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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.