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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 The New Christs to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.