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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Can,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.