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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Index,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.