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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.