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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.