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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.