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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.