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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.