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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.