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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.