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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.