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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.