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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.