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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.