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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.