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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.