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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.