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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
The Index,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.