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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Nas,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.