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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.