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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a marimba 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.