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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.