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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.