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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.