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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.