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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.