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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.