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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.