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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.