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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
MC5,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.