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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Faust,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.