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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.