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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Nico,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.