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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.