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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
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.