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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
MC5,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.