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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 This Heat to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.