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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.