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 Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 theremin and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Faust,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.