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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.