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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.