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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
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,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.