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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.