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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.