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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
New Order,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Fear,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.