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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.