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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.