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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.