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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.