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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.