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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.