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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Magma,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.