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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.