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 Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.