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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Pole,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Kas Product,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.