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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Crime,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.