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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
cv313,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.