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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.