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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.