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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.