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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Pagans to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.