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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.