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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Pole,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.