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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.