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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Nas,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Organ,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.