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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.