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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Gong,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.