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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.