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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.