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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Brick,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.