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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
PIL,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.