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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.