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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Organ,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Magma,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.