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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.