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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Brick,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.