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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.